Have Rental Car, Will Travel
I swear, my life has been non-stop since getting a rental car last Thursday, which is a good thing since last week I totally lost my shit after being stuck in the house with no car.
Thursday I got my not-so-fabulous rental car - a red Dodge Neon. It has like no acceleration and I'm afraid it's going to get me killed driving on the freeway. It is kind of fun, though, to listen to a song with heavy bass because it totally makes the sideview mirrors shake, almost like a Tyrannosaurus rex is approaching, though I suppose it could have been the power trying to come back on.
The silly thing about the Neon is that I'm actually a little afraid of driving it. I realized the other day that I haven't had a car with a backseat since either 1993 or 1994 (my last three cars have been two-seaters; two were convertibles and the other had t-tops), so it just seems huge. I'm such a weirdo.
Anyway, as soon as I got the rental, I headed to Wal-Mart to get some shopping done since I needed Diet Cherry Cokes and some postcards to send to Flickr. I made out like a bandit there since I got four twelve packs of Coke, two pairs of boxer shorts (which is work clothing for me since I work from home), two pairs of shoes, some jeans, a purse, shampoo, conditioner, and some groceries for $100.
My parents, my brother, my aunt, and I usually go eat dinner somewhere about once a week and Friday my dad told me I could pick the restaurant since I usually don't get to which really made me happy. I chose Pei Wei since I hadn't been there in a very long time. Food was delicious and we all stuffed ourselves. Mmmmm. Mongolian beef.
After hanging out at Russell's apartment for a little bit, we went home and I was contemplating slipping into a food coma when my phone rang. It was my friend Johanna asking me if I'd left yet. I had no idea what she was talking about until she pointed out that the show at The Continental Club that I thought was the next day was actually starting. Ooops. I quickly touched up my make-up, threw on some clothes, and ran out the door, arriving at The Continental Club at exactly the same time as Johanna.
The first band was Two Hoots and a Holler, a mostly rockabilly group who also play some mean cover songs. Their guitarist was so incredible and they had a really hot girl on drums who fucking rocked. I was a percussionist in high school and one of only three girls to march a drum in four years at both my high school and the sister school across the way, so I'm always pleased to see a girl on drums. I liked them so much I bought one of their CDs and would definitely recommend catching them live if you get a chance.
Next up was Guy Forsyth, which is actually the reason that Marc, Irfan, Rod, Michelle, Johanna, a few other people, and I went to the club to begin with. Guy is Irfan's total hero/boy crush and he's a huge groupie, so an opportunity to see Guy is never missed.
Guy was really good, but after about two hours of him on top of the other band, I was ready to give my ears a break and get out of there. I was also starving, so Marc and I took off for an early morning breakfast at Katz's where I got my usual of French Fries and French toast. I know it sounds weird, but trust me, it's delicious.
By the time we got done eating and I got back to my side of town (Oh, how I hate living in the suburbs!), it was about 3:45, making it close to 5:00 in the morning before I even got the bed.
The next day I worked for a few hours and then headed out to the Heights to meet Irfan and Marc at someone's house for a pre-Pride Parade party. Jess was there too, so I got to see her briefly before heading over to the parade.
This was my first Pride Parade and I loved every minute of it. It's probably cheesy, but I was so proud of everyone that marched or even came out. I hate how this country is becoming more and more dominated by the conservatives and religious right and to stand up and be proud of who you are is wonderful. I clapped and cheered for each person that walked past me, taking pictures the whole time.
I don't have any of them up at Flickr yet except for this one, which seems to sum up everything the parade was about. I can never understand why people get so upset if someone's gay. There's not enough love in the world as it is, so why deny it when two people are lucky enough to find each other?
After the parade, we all went to JR's Bar & Grill for a drink and to get out of the heat. It's hard to believe, but that was my first time in a gay bar. How have I never been in a gay bar before? Melissa and I loved it, not least of all because of the fabulous apple martinis, so hopefully we'll be back there soon.
Next on the list was drinking and dart playing at Dog House Tavern. When we got there, it was dead, but soon some very drunk/high people including, apparently, a pro bowler (WTF? That's what they said the one guy was, but surely that couldn't have been right) showed up to liven the place up.
I swear, if I was a lesbian, I would never want for a date since no less than four girls came over to hang out with me, all of them proclaiming that I was hot. This doesn't even include the incredibly sexy girl at the parade that wanted to give me her number. I guess if I'm ever in need of an ego boost, Westheimer is the place to go.
When the place shut down, I was starving, so Marc, Irfan, Josh, Melissa, and I went to Late Night Pie for some pizza. Man, it was good. It's not as good as Frank's or Romano's in my opinion, but neither of them are open at 3:00 am either. After dinner, a quick stop at the store, and the drive home, it was a little after 4:30 before I got home.
Is it obvious that I was glad to get out of the house this weekend? ;-)
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we haven't been to Pride in a couple of years. we were going to go this year, but I came down with the crud Friday evening and spent all of Saturday in bed. :(
Posted by girl at June 29, 2005 04:09 AM
French Toast and French Fries? Sounds good to me! You'd giggle that whenever I got to TGIFridays, I get French Dip, French Onion Soup, and French Fries. The whole french array :D
Sounds like lots of fun goin' on for you - cool cool!!! :)
Posted by kristine at June 29, 2005 06:06 PM
It was great seeing you guys at the show. The pictures I took at the Two Hoots show are in my gallery.
http://www.baldheretic.com/gallery/TwoHoots
Posted by Jay Lee at June 30, 2005 07:42 AM
What is this Flickr Schwag stuff? It's funny you mention the Dog House Tavern. I've never heard of it before but this makes like the 3rd time this week someone has mentioned going there. Strange.
Posted by Jenn at June 30, 2005 03:39 PM
Hope the car stuff works out, i was never at a Pride Parade we dont get that around here!
Posted by Terry at June 30, 2005 10:21 PM
I've had some homophobic friends go to Katz's and be afraid. Hehe.
Posted by Ryan at July 3, 2005 11:21 PM
I'm a "live and let live" type of person. I mean average, lay people when I say this. I don't think most people get upset just because someone is gay. I never have. What irritates me, and most people is when someone wants to thrust their sex life in our faces. I don't like other heteros doing it, and I don't like homos doing it either. I have no problem with people having a gay pride parade. Now, watch someone have a straight pride parade, the same people who say "be yourself, don't repress your feelings" and all that will be the first ones to jump up and raise hell.
Posted by Jason at July 6, 2005 09:02 AM
I love it when the windows vibrate
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My Toes Are Longer Than Yours!
Last week Mikey asked which is normal: If your second toe is longer than your big toe or vice versa. Turns out that if your second toe is longer, it's a forefoot disorder called Morton's Toe and can lead to foot pain.
I actually had no idea which way my feet were, so I immediately took a look and my second toe is definitely longer, very much so on my left foot. No wonder my damn feet always hurt.
So now I'm curious. Who else has Morton's Toe? Surely I'm not the only strange footed blogger out there.
On a random side note, any time someone says that they have nice feet (I think mine are kind of nice), I always hear this Geena Davis and Michael Keaton exchange from Speechless in my head:
Julia: You have nice feet.
Kevin: Well, you know. I work out.
Thinking of that always cracks me up.
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my 2nd toe is longer, too... but i think we're the "weird" ones.
Posted by mikey at June 28, 2005 12:01 AM
I have it too. I inherited my ugly feet from my sperm donor.
Posted by girl at June 28, 2005 06:48 AM
My second toes are longer, though not a lot so it's not really noticable unless you're looking for it. My mom always said that (on girls) it means you're the head of the family. Definately true here. haha!
Posted by NinaKaye at June 28, 2005 09:57 AM
Don't worry: my grandma has the same thing and her feet start hurting when she turned 85, so... is not that bad.
Posted by gamma-normids at June 28, 2005 11:21 AM
I can't stand feet. :D I think all feet are ugly, even when I have my cute little nails painted a bright and sparkly pink...sorry, that's off the topic. :D My second toes are shorter and everyone in my family has always thought that it was strange - they even "affectionately" call my feet Flintstone Feet. (Ah, the joys of family...) So it's great to know that I'm actually normal and they're all as crazy as I've always thought they were. Thanks for making me smile. :D
Posted by Lewesrat at June 28, 2005 03:24 PM
My 2nd toe is smaller than my big toe on both feet. However, my husband's 2nd toes are longer, as are his mother's. It seems to be hereditary, and I've also heard that it tends to correspond with a "very strong personality" in people, too. That definitely fits with my MIL and husband!
Posted by niki at June 28, 2005 04:32 PM
My second toe is longer on both feet - I think feet with the second toe that is shorter look strange.
I have cute feet. Of course, I work out.
Posted by Christine at June 28, 2005 07:11 PM
Who was Morton, anyway?
Posted by Matt Stevens at June 28, 2005 07:55 PM
My big toe is longer than my second toe, but my feet still hurt. :)
Posted by nastybastard at July 3, 2005 05:50 PM
i didn't know it was called that. i have it too.
Posted by Pretty Pink Pony at July 21, 2005 03:38 PM
It is just a matter of development as a human being. We all have developed from monkeys and monkeys' big toes are much shorter than normal people' ( with no Morton's toe). It just means that people without MT have progressed more than people with MT.
Posted by toeman at October 9, 2005 10:22 PM
i'm a girl and my second toes are longer on both feet and i'm kind of self-conscious of wearing open-toed shoes . . . should I be??
Posted by girl at April 16, 2006 05:20 PM
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Sexual Harassment on Flickr
About a month ago, a contact on Flickr by the screen name of luvforboobies (classy, no?), using usaforever@hotmail.com as their e-mail address, sent me a some Flickr mail about how he thought my boobs were beautiful and we should talk.
I mailed him back saying I don't use Flickr to try and pick up people that want to talk about my boobs, so thanks, but no thanks. He kept mailing me saying that he had a big cock (yeah, right) and finally I sent him mail to please stop contacting me. He did, until yesterday when he poppped back up asking me to post more "boobie" pictures.
I told him again to leave me alone and then got "i will if you send me one boobie pic. just one hun. Do this boobie loving guy a favor; btk7@hotmail.com" I finally told him to fuck off which got me, "nope, I won't... i wanna lick your boobies."
That was the final straw, so I reported him to Flickr for sexual harassment and told him I had done so and was probably going to contact Hotmail as well. His reply to that? "i dont give a fuck bitch. I like big boobs and you got em... so send some pics and cut the shit."
What the hell is wrong with this guy? What makes him think that he's entitled to half-naked pictures of me? Maybe I should never have replied back in the first place, but I assumed, foolishly I guess, that if I told someone to leave me alone that they would. I absolutely love Flickr and it sucks that every time I get new mail there my first thought is to wonder if it's more shit from that asshole. Maybe I'm making a bigger deal out of it than I should be, but I find it abusing and upsetting to repeatedly get mail from this creep.
Like I said, I've reported him to Flickr, but does anyone know if there's a way to block someone from sending you mail in the meantime? I shouldn't have to take that from him.
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You're totally justified in feeling that way. It is totally sexual harassment. If you knew who it was you'd be justified in filing charges. On a side note he's probably crossing state lines (that usually cranks things up a notch...)
It's too bad that their are idiots out there ruining people's fun. They're just bullies and who ever liked a bully...?
Posted by Gary LaPointe at June 26, 2005 02:54 PM
A couple of female friends of mine have run into this phenomenon. There are a few losers out there who have neither a life nor a girlfriend nor the prospect of acquiring either one. This is how they attempt to compensate. It doesn't work, of course; but then, if they were bright enough to realize that, they'd have a life and a girlfriend.
Your reaction is exactly right. If anything, you should have lost patience sooner. The Flickr staff is historically very good about deep-sixing people like this. Send them a copy of "luvforboobies'" latest remark, and it'll accelerate the process. And no matter what, don't correspond with him anymore. Contact just fuels his delusions.
Know that most men don't respect dickless wonders like him, and do respect people like you for being vital, creative and willing to share a slice of your life with the world.
Sincerely,
Matt Stevens
Posted by Matt Stevens at June 26, 2005 05:17 PM
you definately did the right thing. People like that will keep abusing the system until someone says 'enough'. Good for you for standing up for yourself.
Posted by Khali at June 26, 2005 10:51 PM
Sounds to me like some teen or young twenty something who has way too much time on his hands.
Posted by Pierce at June 27, 2005 12:50 AM
What a damn creep. Hi again, sissy, long time no talk. Anyways, for the email crap, set up a filter for all of his known-to-you addresses that sends his junk straight to the trash. That way you won't even have to see it.
You were right in turning him in. Cretin.
Posted by Kirsten at June 27, 2005 03:28 AM
Ugh, revolting! The idea that he did it through FLICKR is just horrid. It feels vaguely like a violation of how I view Flickr, how I feel about its purpose.
Posted by Meredith at June 27, 2005 10:15 AM
I would email flickr and ask them to take him off for inappropriate conduct. He put a comment on one of my pictures asking me how your boobs felt.
Posted by Katie at June 27, 2005 11:18 AM
I must say you do have nice boobs-But thats as far as i go! Harrasing ladies is not right i hate that crap!
Hope all is well with you!
Take it easy!
Posted by Terry at June 27, 2005 03:11 PM
geez, people are assholes. i guess it's time for you to start tagging certain photos as "private"...
Posted by mikey at June 27, 2005 10:08 PM
I just looked at one of his comments and it says "deleted" next to his name. so either he deleted his account or Flickr did. hopefully it was Flickr.
Posted by girl at June 28, 2005 06:55 AM
Looks like everything worked out in the end: http://www.flickr.com/photos/62744004@N00/?find=luvforboobies
Well done Fish.
Posted by amyybeth at June 30, 2005 08:05 AM
I wasn't 100% sure, but the creep's email address began with btk? That was the serial killer they caught after about 20 years. Is he emulating this guy? Or it could be his initials. Either way, he's nuts and the kind of person you don't want to meet in real life. Just be careful that things you post don't give him any clues as to where to find you (especially if he's here in Houston too).
BTW- some good pix
Posted by Jason at July 5, 2005 11:00 AM
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